Ivy
I felt safe wrapped up in Ronan's blankets and enveloped by his scent. He smelled woodsy, kind of. Like when you walk out into the forest and get that first breath of clean air.
My father had been on me since our first date about taking it a step further with Ronan. He quizzed me with precise questions about whether I made any progress the last time and I ended up getting locked in my room for the remainder of the afternoon and night without food for disappointing him. He also said it was probably because I was getting fat and no one liked a fat girl. So...there was that.
It was a good thing he didn't know about the High Fae choosing his mate or else I'd be in worse trouble.
After our date, when my dad picked me up, I was able to tell him that I had made progress. He didn't ask fo
